[Verse]
(D-D-D-DJ Gren8de)
Band gang fuck yo' block up they cock up on us
Band gang shoot yo’ block up they start blockin' us
Empty the thirty clip they talk bout robbin' us
Babylife with me, nigga this ain’t all of us
Glizzy get to singin' like that ho Don Toliver
Pop out and start swinging on em they keep trying us
Casamigo my bitch gon drink it and she fuck it up, huh
They drink the whole bottle, bitches they start throwing up
Said he called a blitz on me, boy got me fucked up
Bitch I got epiphany if I drink this double cup
You still in that play Lil pussy you needa hustle up
Take ya whole gang down, nigga, like a juggernaut
My bit' keep on asking me if I'm gon' jug or not
Shotgun and that kelly when I trip back at sumo spot
Put that fye on that nigga told thirty he hot
Stunna you hot, like a Crockpot
Shooting at fuck niggas like a joc
Go ‘head shoot a fuck nigga like why not
B shine likе a star, shoot em like im lock
Imma fuck that bit' later, fingеr fuck this Glock
Put a switch on the bitch, and a crop top
No aluminum top, this some real wok
Shell catcher on that stick, took off that boy socks
Huh, just bought a brand new fye, nigga, fuck I look like fighting?
Zip up these jungle rocks, bitch I'm gliding
Took that boy through the swamp, the whoas done think he tried it
Wet that boy just like Aquaman without no trident
Suppressed on that pistol nigga this hit silent
I pop all these beanstalk without no giant
12 fucked up my motion, losing all my clients
This stick beneficial, nigga, he too little
Find out where the nigga stay without no riddles
Made a deal with a Mexican who don't like pickles
Don’t call my cell, nigga, like I’m sickle
I was locked in that cell, nigga, for a little
Different color clips, Shit fruity like pebbles
You better wish ‘em well, the choppa don't drizzle
Choppa hit stick a nigga
Choppa hit stick a fuck nigga, get ‘em
7-6 ‘til I die give a fuck if they feel it
Mob shit, pussy you better feel it
Raw shit, leave that nigga missing
Hundred bands for that damn drop, nigga it get wicked
If I can knock that nigga off, tell him you gon’ miss him
Punchin' for real God in my life, nigga I'm just driftin'
Come with that mil, partner got no lawyer, promise I’m gon' flip it
Corny nigga got no bread, might as well call that boy Jiffy
Shoot that diamond back drunk, I'm not drunk, bitch, I'm just tipsy
Aim down with that Glock like Lizzy McGuire
15 shots up in it, usually tote that Steyr
I'm just finna pop his ass cause I'm not tired
When you get locked up, you might wanna drop the barbwire
In my head I'm mad as fuck, why the fuck did I just send out the flyer
In my head I'm sad as fuck, pistol garner got no iron
Gimme yo' Glock, nigga that shit mine
Pistol whip that pussy nigga cause he keep lying
Hm, I broke bread with motherfuckers that done took me off
I want head, bitch we in the back come top me off
Talk crazy on the ‘gram, nigga that's on God we gon' knock you off
Bitch you for the team, I only fuck you once cause you made my dick soft
Pour up this syrup ‘til I can't hear nothin', I'm tryna get rid of this cough
Pull up that stick, put that bitch on him, I'm tryna knock em with the Top Golf
I need a lil muzzle cause I'm the big dog
New pinky ring on me, that shit like Jack Frost
(New pinky ring on me that shit like Jack Frost)
(New Pinky ring on me that shit like Jack frost)
(D-D-D-DJ Gren8de)
Band gang fuck yo' block up they cock up on us
Band gang shoot yo’ block up they start blockin' us
Empty the thirty clip they talk bout robbin' us
Babylife with me, nigga this ain’t all of us
Glizzy get to singin' like that ho Don Toliver
Pop out and start swinging on em they keep trying us
Casamigo my bitch gon drink it and she fuck it up, huh
They drink the whole bottle, bitches they start throwing up
Said he called a blitz on me, boy got me fucked up
Bitch I got epiphany if I drink this double cup
You still in that play Lil pussy you needa hustle up
Take ya whole gang down, nigga, like a juggernaut
My bit' keep on asking me if I'm gon' jug or not
Shotgun and that kelly when I trip back at sumo spot
Put that fye on that nigga told thirty he hot
Stunna you hot, like a Crockpot
Shooting at fuck niggas like a joc
Go ‘head shoot a fuck nigga like why not
B shine likе a star, shoot em like im lock
Imma fuck that bit' later, fingеr fuck this Glock
Put a switch on the bitch, and a crop top
No aluminum top, this some real wok
Shell catcher on that stick, took off that boy socks
Huh, just bought a brand new fye, nigga, fuck I look like fighting?
Zip up these jungle rocks, bitch I'm gliding
Took that boy through the swamp, the whoas done think he tried it
Wet that boy just like Aquaman without no trident
Suppressed on that pistol nigga this hit silent
I pop all these beanstalk without no giant
12 fucked up my motion, losing all my clients
This stick beneficial, nigga, he too little
Find out where the nigga stay without no riddles
Made a deal with a Mexican who don't like pickles
Don’t call my cell, nigga, like I’m sickle
I was locked in that cell, nigga, for a little
Different color clips, Shit fruity like pebbles
You better wish ‘em well, the choppa don't drizzle
Choppa hit stick a nigga
Choppa hit stick a fuck nigga, get ‘em
7-6 ‘til I die give a fuck if they feel it
Mob shit, pussy you better feel it
Raw shit, leave that nigga missing
Hundred bands for that damn drop, nigga it get wicked
If I can knock that nigga off, tell him you gon’ miss him
Punchin' for real God in my life, nigga I'm just driftin'
Come with that mil, partner got no lawyer, promise I’m gon' flip it
Corny nigga got no bread, might as well call that boy Jiffy
Shoot that diamond back drunk, I'm not drunk, bitch, I'm just tipsy
Aim down with that Glock like Lizzy McGuire
15 shots up in it, usually tote that Steyr
I'm just finna pop his ass cause I'm not tired
When you get locked up, you might wanna drop the barbwire
In my head I'm mad as fuck, why the fuck did I just send out the flyer
In my head I'm sad as fuck, pistol garner got no iron
Gimme yo' Glock, nigga that shit mine
Pistol whip that pussy nigga cause he keep lying
Hm, I broke bread with motherfuckers that done took me off
I want head, bitch we in the back come top me off
Talk crazy on the ‘gram, nigga that's on God we gon' knock you off
Bitch you for the team, I only fuck you once cause you made my dick soft
Pour up this syrup ‘til I can't hear nothin', I'm tryna get rid of this cough
Pull up that stick, put that bitch on him, I'm tryna knock em with the Top Golf
I need a lil muzzle cause I'm the big dog
New pinky ring on me, that shit like Jack Frost
(New pinky ring on me that shit like Jack Frost)
(New Pinky ring on me that shit like Jack frost)
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